All Alone Poem by kryston fowler

When they say they are all alone.
I think of all the things we could be doing if i was home.
Then again i think what did they do before i came back.
Did they do the race's you have to use potato sacks.
did they run or jump around.
Did he still act like the class clown.
was there hobbies or where there sports
played in the back yard after church
All Alone in the middle of the night
what will they do when my soul takes flight